“This must be like Piccadilly
I’m hungry again,” she says
and this leftover hippie-type walks by
saying “all we need is love”.
Later a beautiful woman flies from a doorway
and I swear she has no arms
she nearly spins an older woman off her feet
pale skin splotched with cheap blush
clinging to a wire hair dog
that barks its constricted bark at Venus,
Men holding hands as they pass
through this Greenwich Village square
(it’s actually a triangle)
where old men sit with newspapers and crumpled hats.